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Things were not supposed to turn out like this.
This has most certainly gotten out of hand.
How? How did this happen?
That was all that Dusk could think in her lust-addled state. Most other logical thoughts had long since vacated the empire of her mind as she fingered herself, pumping her blue-tinted fingers in and out of her pussy, all while her older sister was the starlet in a seven-person gangbang.
Dusk was content to watch mindlessly as these men used Nian for pleasure; as they speared her slutty throat with their cocks and rammed themselves into her hot holes. Not a single orifice went unused as the not-so-gentlemen ravaged the Sui sister’s body; as they rocked and groaned and moaned while pleasuring themselves with her, treating her as nothing more than a servant for sex. A pleasure toy, essentially, and nothing more.
I can’t stop, Dusk realized, pushing a third finger into her dripping wet pussy. I can’t stop this… the lust is too much, it’s burning my brain…
Dusk’s perversions inspired her. She nearly summoned another man to put Nian in her place before she felt a firm hand on her shoulder, suddenly, and she stiffened as she knew who had caught her. Dusk didn’t even have to turn around; she knew exactly who it was.
“Well, well, well,” said a voice. “And I must ask, what do we have here?”
ONE HOUR EARLIER
Dusk was fucking pissed off.
She wouldn’t quite phrase it that way, however. She would, perhaps, simply say she was annoyed, if she opted to say anything at all. The Sui fragment was, after all, one of Rhodes Island’s more reserved operators. A veritable introvert.
Nian found offense to this for some reason. That, or she was in a particularly bothersome mood. Truth be told, Dusk didn’t know what in all of Terra inspired Nian to shoot her next feature-length film so close to her dorm room, but it was frustrating to say the least, and destructive to say the most.
For the past couple of days, it had been nothing but noise. The sound of explosions, of fighting, of swearing, and all manner of raucousness that Dusk wanted no part in. Naturally, Nian wasn’t filming this movie all by herself, but even her actors and actresses found the entire thing to be a hoot. The fact she had more supporters and patrons now than ever before spoke volumes to the inaneness on display just beyond the four walls that made up her den of comfort.
And, here and now, Dusk had lost that comfort. She couldn’t draw with all that noise. She couldn’t paint with all that racket. Worst of all, she could barely even sleep some nights with all the outside chatter; all the sound and vibrations and special effects that inspired Nian and her whimsies. Whatever the hell it was this time.
Eventually, Dusk suspected something was afoot. There was no reason for Nian to film so close to her person—so why? Just a single conversation told her everything she dreaded to hear.
“Star in my movie,” said Nian. “I need you to be one of the characters!”
“Why didn’t you just ask me to begin with?” asked Dusk.
“Because you’d say no!” Nian shot back.
“That’s true.” Dusk scoffed. “And guess what?”
“What?”
“My answer is still no.”
“Aw, come on!”
“No means no, Nian. Even you know that.”
The Sui sibling—the one with her arms tinged orange—frowned. It didn’t last for more than a second, however, before her lips turned up into a manic grin.
“I’ve done all I could to abide by you, sister,” Nian said gently. “But enough is enough.”
Dusk balked. “Excuse me?”
“We’re trying to shoot a movie,” said Nian. “You’ve been tucked-away—hidden—for longer than usual. It’s worrying me, you know.”
“You shouldn’t worry about me,” Dusk said, scowling. “I’m an adult.”
“We’re not really adults,” said Nian, “are we?”
“I’m adult enough,” Dusk conceded, pouting, blushing a little.
“So come be an adult with us! Maybe you can paint the movie posters for us?” Nian grinned again and raised her hand to Dusk, who slapped it away with great indignation.
“Enough!” Dusk growled. “I just want to be left alone!”
Finally, Nian frowned again. The expression didn’t look right on her face. Even Dusk seemed fairly unsettled by its appearance.
“We always leave you alone,” said Nian, glancing over her shoulder. “We always abide by you, Dusky.”
“Please do not call me that,” said Dusk(y).
“We always abide by you, and you never want to do anything with us.”
“You know what I think?” Dusk asked. “I think it’s the opposite for you. I think you’re way too comfortable with these people.”
“What do you mean by these people?”
“Rhodes Islanders.” Dusk scoffed. “What do you think I meant?”
“They’re quite beautiful,” said Nian, “aren’t they?” Then she smiled again, as if she had a secret to tell. “At least some of them are. And you could be beautiful with them, you know.”
“What do you mean?”
“Maybe get yourself a boyfriend?” Nian chanced, and Dusk blushed wine red when she heard that. “Or a girlfriend. Whatever you’re thirsty for!”
Dusk blinked silently. Seething.
“You’ve officially lost your mind,” muttered Dusk.
“Have I?” Nian smirked. “We have a talk like this every week or so.”
“It’s worse this time. You’re being annoying on purpose.”
“It’s how I show my love to my favorite sister in the whole—!”
SLAM!
Enough was enough. Dusk was fuming now, and to say she needed an outlet for her negative emotions would be a severe understatement.
As a creative of her caliber, there was no better way to vent than with some good, old-fashioned creativity. Dusk was a painter, and so, of course, she turned to the canvas to try to relieve her frustrations.
It took just ten brush strokes to bring life to her new world. The canvas became like a grand tapestry dividing this reality and the next, and she could sink beneath the inky waves like they were warm water. Opaque; all-encompassing and overflowing. They overwrote her senses, and then she was in the painting, and it happened so quickly that anyone else might feel sick and unsteady. Dusk was used to such things, of course. For her, it was like she stepped into the next room, and that was that. A slight change in air pressure, humidity, temperature, and texture.
She brought her paintbrushes in with her, and nothing else. In five minutes, she made a copy of Nian—one who could walk and talk and breathe and smell and argue as well as the real deal. Dusk thought, perhaps foolishly, that she could get a redo on that argument. Something—anything—to quash her annoyance.
This was one step beyond winning the argument in her head, and she knew it. Funny how emotions ruled over logic, even for a fragment of a Feranmut.
“What do you want?” Dusk asked, clicking her tongue as she circled Nian.
“I wanted to spend some time with you, sister dearest,” said Nian, smiling a pretty smile and batting her pretty eyelashes. Dusk scoffed just as she did before, but this time, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss.
Even so, she continued with her argument, expecting this copy of Nian to go along with it, just as the normal Nian did back on the Rhodes Island landship.
“I wish you would just let me be by my lonesome,” said Dusk. “I have every right to—!”
“To have some f-u-n with the rest of us?” Nian snickered, then sashayed up to Dusk and laced her arms around the now flustered sibling’s neck. “I heard a naughty rumor about you, Dusky. I want to know if it’s true!”
“A w-what? A rumor?” Dusk gulped before shaking her head with exceptional confusion. “Hang on, something’s not right here…”
“Oh?” Dusk tilted her head, and her eyes went half-closed. “What’s wrong, Dusky? If something’s the matter,” she said, “then why don’t you whisper it in my ear, huh? Tell your big sister all about it…”
Dusk wrenched herself free and took a wary step back. “What’s the matter with you?” she asked. “Why are you acting like this?”
Dusk quirked a brow and let her gaze sweep around the painting’s environment. Was it the wrong number of brush strokes? Did she do something without meaning to? For whatever reason, this copy of Nian seemed even more free-spirited than the normal one.
“Acting like what, Dusky sweetie?” Nian took a step forward, and Dusk took another step back, and it kept up until Dusk felt her back was against a wall. She noticed this version of Nian was keen to rub her breasts and push out her chest, acting in a manner that was wholly unbecoming of a Sui fragment.
“You’re acting so vulgar,” Dusk realized aloud.
“What’s wrong with vulgar?” Nian asked, licking her lips with her long, prehensile tongue. “I like vulgar, and that means you like vulgar, too. We’re more alike than you think, sister dear…”
Dusk scowled before brandishing her paintbrush once more. “You want to behave inappropriately, do you? We’ll see how long you last after this…”
It was like something possessed her to take action against this version of Nian. Maybe it was the prospect of losing an argument to someone like this that made her seem off-kilter. She swiped her paintbrush this way and that, and in no time at all, a man had come into focus. Tall, imposing, handsome, new. Dusk summoned him like he was a bulwark against the terrorizing force that was her very own sister, and then she kept her paintbrush at her back with a knowing smile on her face.
“Try some of that vulgarity now,” Dusk threatened. “See what happens.”
This copy of Nian looked up at the man in front of her with a wicked grin. The beam of a temptress. She walked up and placed her palms on the man’s brawny chest, and the man wasted no time in putting his hands on her, too.
Dusk bit her lip as the rest of the room came into focus. Watercolor and ink and opaque streaks gave way to a lounge they could relax in, and the painting seemed to fit more for leisure than anything else.
The man was handsome, and Nian was strikingly beautiful, and Dusk realized she’d increased her sister’s chest size without really meaning to. She came to realize this as the man brazenly felt up her sister; as he groped her breasts and squeezed them like they were sandbags, prompting Nian to moan and beg for more.
Before she knew it, Dusk had come close to enough to sit on a stool and cross her legs with sprouting interest. She felt flush all of a sudden, having not realized just how pent up she might have been in lieu of everything that’s happened lately.
When was the last time I touched myself?
The question popped into her head suddenly, and it only served to make her blush brighter. The blue-tinged dragon put her hands on her lap and kept them folded, biting her lip as she watched the handsome man have a go at her sister from across the room, with Nian eating up all the affection he showered her in.
“They’re actually going to do naughty things,” Dusk muttered as she sat idly by. She adjusted herself on the stool, feeling its firmness just beneath her bottom, and she huffed when she saw that this copy of Nian was already falling to her knees in front of the man Dusk had just created.
“Are you kidding me?” Dusk was aghast. Even this seemed like it was happening too quickly, but she felt as though there was no use in stopping this now. She watched with rapt attention as Nian pulled the man’s pants down to his ankles, immediately revealing his rock-hard cock. An impressive length—one Dusk felt oddly proud of, since she created this Adonis in the first place.
As though she’d done it a hundred times before, this copy of Nian immediately deepthroated the man’s cock, taking him all the way down to the back of her throat and drawing a moan from him. The chiseled Adonis put his hand on Nian’s head, and Dusk felt a pang of annoyance just looking at it. This complete stranger—one that she made herself—was facefucking a copy of her own sister. Her own “flesh” and “blood.”
Then why in the world did it turn her on so much?
Dusk winced as she listened to the slobbering wet sounds not too far from where she was sitting. The sloppy sucking and moaning on display; a feast for the eyes and for the ears.
But Dusk clearly wasn’t the only one enjoying a feast here and now. Nian’s eyes were half-closed in bliss as she sucked and slurped with reckless abandon, throating the cock right in front of her like she was made for this and nothing else.
Perhaps, thought Dusk, it wasn’t too far from the truth.
Even her movements were erring more on the involuntary side. Her hands wandered over her thighs, feeling herself up as she watched this realistic copy of her sister get her throat fucked by a handsome man she’d also created. It was, with no doubt, the most perverted thing that Dusk had done in a long, long time.
But things were only just getting started.
She gawked as she watched them, her eyes nearly bulging out of her head as she admired the way this version of Nian gave head.
I wonder if the real one is just as good as—!
She stopped herself before she could think about it any further. Pumped the brakes on that train of thought as soon as she could. With a quiet gulp, she watched hungrily as Nian took that dick down her throat with vim and vigor; as Nian put her hands on the man’s thighs for balance while he used and abused that slutty throat of hers.
“Urk… Nngh… hrkk…”
Nian gagged and moaned as her throat was used like this, as she bobbed her head up and down to meet the man’s thrusts halfway. Saliva dripped down her chin and landed on the floor between her knees, and the moan grunted and groaned as he enjoyed himself. He shot a glance to Dusk temporarily, and it made a shiver run down Dusk’s spine to be looked at in such a way. To be regarded as a sex object; a piece of meat for one’s carnal consumption.
It didn’t take long before Dusk started fingering herself, watching with wide-eyed attention as Nian and the man had their fun; as he kept his hands on her head and pumped his thick, meaty cock down her throat like it belonged there. Like he was trying to ram a sausage down the length of her neck.
“Fuck,” the man groaned, his voice sending another shiver down Dusk’s spine. “That’s it… take it, you nasty little slut…”
Dusk bit her lip to suppress the moan that almost slipped from her mouth.
Because she recognized that voice. Of course she did.
It was a voice she heard when she first came to Rhodes Island. She remembered the onboarding process like it was just yesterday.
And the Doctor was so, so kind…
With a burst of adrenaline, Dusk played with her clit and moaned from the pleasure of touching herself like this—so bravely, so brazenly. Her skin grew flush as she played with herself, and perhaps it was just her eyes playing tricks on her, but she swore she could see both Nian and the man wink at her, almost like they were inviting her to play with them.
Hell, if Dusk wanted to, she could summon another hunk to join in on the fun.
No, thought Dusk. Not yet, at least… I don’t want to lose this much control, not this quickly…
The man put another hand on the back of Nian’s head, pumping his hips back and forth as he used the dragon girl’s hot, wet throat. Nian continued t suck and slurp joyously, grunting and moaning and trying and failing to stop the drool from trickling down her pale chin and neck, onto the floor between the man’s feet. Dusk couldn’t even stop staring as the man’s immense cock practically disappeared between Nian’s lips, almost like it was a magic show. A performance; a spectacle.
Of course, Dusk knew very well where that cock was going and where it was settling. She could see the sizable bulge in Nian’s throat whenever the man lanced her mouth; when he pushed into her sister’s maw and grunted with arousal, behaving like he was rearranging her throat from the inside out.
That’s such a big bulge… it’s enormous…
But Nian was a big girl, even here. She could take it. Hell, she seemed to adore getting her neck stretched out like this. Dusk suddenly wished she gave this copy of her sister a collar. It would have been quite the show to see it snap outright; an idea for later.
In the meantime, Nian continued to slurp and moan as she sucked the cock in front of her, making Dusk feel left out. The typically timid dragon girl suspected she needed a cock to throat herself. It must have felt amazing to have all that space occupied by a man’s length. To have your mouth and neck brutalized like that, to be treated like a mere toy, despite your strength and prowess. To be reduced to a shaking, quivering mess as these males proved themselves to you; made you seem like nothing more than a harlot, a plaything to be posed and plowed into submission and—!
Ah, what am I thinking right now?!
Dusk grabbed her paint brush with juice-stained fingers as she gave it a stern and sudden swipe, gulping with expectation as, within just a minute, she created another not-so-gentleman for them to have fun with. He looked like he could be a brother of the first man, and Dusk’s first order of business was to watch him defile her sister even further. The bratty dragon needed to be put in her place; she was having too much fun right now, and Dusk wanted to see a bit of struggle between them in their fun and games.
She kept her paintbrush in her hand for this next part, swiping a brand new bed to life—one that was hilariously out of place in a lounge-themed area like this, but one that suited the trio of lovers just fine. In no time at all, both men had taken Nian to bed after stripping free of their clothing (though Nian was left in her own dangling attire), and the not-so-gentleman who had taken command of Nian’s throat beforehand was content to do it all over again.
This time, however, the second man got behind Nian and began playing with her ass, smacking and kneading it and drawing delicious moans from the copy of Dusk’s dear sister.
Nian was groped and manhandled extraordinarily, moaning and groaning like a whore as she was put on her hands and knees to prepare her for what came next. The Adonis returned to her mouth and throat, and his would-be brother stayed behind Nian to push the head of his cock up against Nian’s dripping wet pussy.
Dusk could see it, even from where she was seated. Nian’s pussy was soaking wet—so much so that it was already leaking on the bedsheets, and the man behind her muttered something in his fascination. Something about plugging that leak right up.
Just like that, the man grabbed his cock and pushed himself forward, penetrating Nian’s dripping wet folds and sinking all the way into her juicy cunt. He pushed forward until he was met with some resistance, and then and only then did he thrust; pumping his hips back and forth with glee.
Nian arched her back and moaned aloud as she was taken from both ends like this, and Dusk found that she was smiling far more than she thought she would. To say this was titillating would be a severe understatement. Dusk couldn’t remember the last time she was this thrilled, much less regarding anything even remotely involving sister dearest.
“Goodness… that’s quite something,” Dusk remarked, panting softly as she dipped two fingers in and out of her own juicy cunt, staring at her sister being defiled by two strangers like it was some kind of feature length film. Indeed, her eyes were glued to the trio writhing and grinding on the bed in front of her; she loved to watch, and it only just dawned on her how exciting it was to watch this happen to the likes of Nian of all the people she knew.
“Keep going,” she ordered, staring wide-eyed as she fucked herself with her own fingers. “Don’t stop… hah, keep going…”
And so the trio certainly continued. The Adonis kept both hands on Nian’s head as he pumped away at her throat, grunting and groaning as he lanced Nian’s throat over and over again.
The man behind Nian, however, was having a great deal of fun all on his own. He kept both hands on Nian’s hips as he took her from behind, watching his enormous cock disappear past the dragon girl’s folds as he took her again and again, grunting and moaning when he fucked her forward. Nian jerked up with every thrust, taking the Adonis’ cock deeper past her lips. Then the same thing would happen in reverse: the Adonis would pump his hips against Nian’s lips and send her backwards so sternly that she would take the entire length of the man’s cock behind her.
It was remarkable! There was a twinkle in Dusk’s eyes as she witnessed what they were doing to her dear sister, and she snickered devilishly as she considered this to be some twisted form of revenge.
“Serves you right,” she spat. “That’s what you get… for always, ngh… hah… for always running that mouth of yours. Now you get to, ooh, use that mouth for something else…”
She pumped her fingers in and out of her pussy much faster now, panting and moaning as she finger-fucked herself, relishing the wet squelching sounds that came from her nethers.
She could make as many men as she wanted, and she knew it well. What was stopping her? What was this apprehension, this nervousness? She seemed perfectly fine to watch Nian take two dicks at once—maybe even a third soon enough. Frankly, Dusk could barely focus. Her eyes were half-closed, eyelids heavy with lust as she pumped her fingers in and out of her juicy cunt, toying with her clit with the same hand so she could grope herself with the other.
Dusk received another reminder that she was more pent up than she realized when she reached her climax right then and there, arching her back with a loud and throaty groan as she came from jilling herself off, squirting love juice all over herself and the floor in front of her, soaking the ground of the painting that she and the others were inhabiting.
She was breathless and blushing intensely as she let herself go, quivering with utmost delight and drooling from both pairs of lips, already feeling herself soak into a mind-numbing and pleasurable afterglow. She could hardly believe the ecstasy that coursed through her body at this very moment, making her feel as though she’d just sunken into a warm and soothing bath—one to rejuvenate the bones and revitalize her. Yes, Dusk realized. She really needed that, and the climax was a long time coming.
Fortunately, she wasn’t the only one to cum here and now. The others would soon join in on the fun, starting with the man who penetrated Nian’s mouth again and again. He groaned loudly as he let himself go, creaming Nian’s mouth and throat and stuffing her maw full of his hot and gooey seed. Nian and the man behind her were the next to reach their orgasms, with the man spanking Nian’s ass and slamming himself deep inside of her, erupting between her vaginal walls and painting the inside of her pussy stark white with his jism.
Nian trembled joyously from the climax working through her body, tearing through her and making her shake like her limbs were made of gelatin. She clenched around the man’s cock just behind her, milking him for all that he could give her as she laced her tail around his waist to hold him close; to press him right up against her greedy little pussy and her perky butt.
Then she collapsed.
They nearly all did. Even Dusk almost fell off her stool as she panted to catch her breath, a naughty smile finding its way to her face at the realization of what they’d just done.
She needed to make up for lost time. That much was clear now, and she already couldn’t wait for the next time she’d do something like this.
In fact…
Why wait at all? Dusk sniffled and wiped the drool from her mouth as she returned to her paintbrush, summoning a third man to join the trio in bed.
Then a fourth man.
Then a fifth man.
And with a manic smile spread across her lips, she used even more ink to create another brute of a man. One who was the largest of them all, both in stature and in shaft size.
Dusk watched with bated breath as the men began to grope and grind against Nian for their turn, leaving the slutty copy of her sister to content with the gangbang to come. Dusk watched attentively as most of them joined the bed, the springs creaking beneath the King-sized mattress as a third male got on his back so that Nian could straddle him like the good slut she was.
It didn’t take long before three of the six guys found their positions around Nian’s well-endowed, toned body. With one man on his back, Nian straddled him without issue, and then he wrapped his arms around her back to bring her down into a hot, wet, assertive kiss.
Bent down as she was, Nian wiggled her hips as she felt one of the men press his fingers against her tight asshole, but not before sucking on his finger to get it nice and wet. The intent was to massage Nian’s back door; to prep it for use. Thankfully, Nian seemed deeply excited for the fun and games to come, and she reached back to spread her ass cheeks to let the man assist her in getting ready.
Lastly was another Adonis of the bunch—one who was eager to occupy all the space in Nian’s mouth and throat with his thick and meaty cock. He tipped his head back with a groan as Nian leaned in to flick her tongue against the head of his cock, relishing the stiffness and taste of the man’s meat against her mouth.
Dusk rearranged herself on the soaking wet stool, her lips quivering as she watched her sister get nice and comfortable in the middle of that gangbang. A part of her was jealous, even if she knew she couldn’t handle something quite so extreme so quickly.
And yet, before long, it was plain to see that Nian was in the middle of a six-man fuckfest. She’d been thrown to the metaphorical wolves, left to tend after each and every thick, rigid, veiny cock that Dusk had brought into this watercolor world. Maybe, Dusk thought suddenly, things were getting out of hand. Her brain felt irradiated with lust, cooking with a fervent ardor inside her skull.
Things were not supposed to turn out like this. She knew that to be true.
This has most certainly gotten out of hand.
How? How did this happen?
That was all that Dusk could think in her lust-addled state. Most other logical thoughts had long since vacated the empire of her mind as she fingered herself, pumping her blue-tinted fingers in and out of her pussy, all while her older sister was the starlet in a seven-person gangbang. Should she stop this? Should she do something about it?
Before she even had the chance to do so—as she weighed the pros and cons with her juicy pussy full of her own fingers—she suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder, and she stiffened with surprise at the sound of the voice behind her.
“Well, well, well,” said Ling. “And I must ask, what do we have here?”
Dusk whirled around in a stupor, eyes hazy with lust as she caught sight of her older sibling, the bluer, far more verbose Sui fragment that had come to Rhodes Island with her and Nian.
“Oh no,” Dusk cried, “it’s you!”
“Indeed, tis I, sister dearest.” Ling beamed. “What do you mean, oh no? Are you not thrilled to see me?”
To Dusk’s surprise, Ling snapped her fingers and commanded the attention of everyone in the space. Her eyes flashed suddenly, like she carried lightning in her pupils, as she somehow managed to overwrite even Dusk’s own instructions.
“Is it correct to assume that your presence here is a result of your discontent with our sister? Oh, Dusky,” said Ling, “that simply will not do!”
Dusk groaned. “Why do you both c-call me that now?”
“It possesses an endearing quality, much like yourself, my dear!” Ling giggled and waved her hand in some arcane sweeping gesture, and three of the men on the bed were swept up to join Dusk on her juice-soaked stool.
Dusk gasped as she was suddenly met with three incredibly large, incredibly hard cocks right in front of her face.
Ling provided assurance that there was no need for explanation. Sisters fight sometimes—that was normal. However, this was as good a time as any for some proper sibling bondage. For correction, in Ling’s own words.
Before she knew it, Dusk was made to deepthroat the man in front of her, and she found her hands had wrapped around the other two cocks that were pointing at her pretty, flustered face. The men groaned and moaned and chuckled down at Dusk, even making remarks on how these sisters were the best sluts they’d ever handled—much to Dusk’s chagrin, since she knew damn well these men weren’t really real.
But, thought Dusk, this feels real… this feels so real, and it tastes so good…
He’s so hot and hard in my mouth, and he’s pulsating…
I might lose my mind after this…!
Dusk found it a struggle to breathe suddenly. She’d done nothing quite like this, and she had to remember to pace herself; to breathe in and out through her nose carefully while she worked to pleasure the men in front of her. Whenever she lifted her mouth off a dick to breathe, another of the brutes would simply push her head back down and stuff her hot, wet, snug throat with cock, and Dusk never went more than a few seconds without her inexperienced little mouth full of thick dick.
Ling giggled again, filling the room with the sound of her sweet, almost hypnotic laughter. “There we are, sister,” she cooed. “Go on and please these men you’ve summoned to this world. Give them your loving touch—we all know you possess some inkling of it…”
Dusk almost lifted her head from another of the men’s cocks before Ling pushed her head back down, keeping her palm on the back of Dusk’s cranium and even grabbing a clump of her hair to make sure she did a splendid enough job. “No no no,” Ling said sternly, clicking her tongue. “Work his shaft with your tongue, my dear little sister. Get him nice and clean and dripping wet before he sheathes himself inside you. It is your duty as the benefactor for this place to tend to every last penis—is that clear?”
Ugh, she’s so annoying, Dusk grumbled. Still, her pussy throbbed with anticipation given what Ling just told her, and the arousal was so paramount that Dusk went dizzy with jubilation. The men’s musk was practically drowning her, and she cherished the stench that wafted from their crotches as she slobbered all over the dicks in front of her.
“That is the extent of it, do you perceive? You’ve already got the hang of it,” said Ling, smiling cheerfully at how her little sister was throating the men in front of her. She kept her hand on Dusk’s head to encourage her to take those cocks as far down her throat as she could go; to make sure she took every inch of the men’s dicks down her throat.
From Dusk’s perspective, however, she certainly felt overwhelmed by all the smells and sounds that she was presently bombarded with. It took a good while before Ling finally took her head off her little sister’s head, but once she did, Dusk came up to get some much-needed air.
Dusk gasped, panted, and coughed as she welcomed the air back into her lungs. Her makeup had run, looking like dripping paint over the canvas of her sweet, flustered, blushing face. She scowled at her older sister, Ling, but Ling merely cackled with delight at the sight of her little sister looking so slutty; so gorgeous.
“May I inquire about your current state of well-being?” Ling asked, in her ostentatious and typical manner.
“You… hah… are just as bad… phew… as Nian is…” said Dusk.
“Stay patient, for there is more to come!”
And come really was the operative word here for Dusk, who had one hand on each cock while taking the third penis into her mouth. She glanced over at Nian to see how her other older sister was doing, and she saw Nian was almost in the same position that she was in.
Nian was lying on her back. One of the men had grabbed her by the hips and he pounded her with reckless abandon, shoving Nian upward with each thrust. That was all well and good for the man on his knees above Nian’s head, who buried his cock down the dragon girl’s throat and groaned as he pumped his hips back and forth, in and out, over and over again.
Dusk stared long enough. The men’s groaning inspired her to look up and continue pumping her hands back and forth, and she felt the men’s dicks swell and throb just before they’d reach their triumphant climax.
Ling giggled lewdly as the men finally came, letting themselves go all over Dusk’s hair, face, neck, and breasts. Their stamina and the volume of their cum could hardly be overstated, and Dusk found herself completely and utterly drenched in what felt like a whole quart of hot, gooey, stinking, sticky cum.
Last to cum was the man who was still buried in Dusk’s mouth, and he held her head just as Ling did prior. Grasping her skull, he forced himself all the way down Dusk’s throat and let himself go, filling the room with the sound of his grunts and groans as he blasted the inside of Dusk’s slimy neck with a hearty helping of thick, viscous cum, his hips trembling as he burst between the dragon girl’s sweet lips.
He pulled back suddenly as Dusk put her palms on his gut and pushed him forward to get some air, making it so that the last few ropes of cum splashed against her nose, lips, and chin. By the time Dusk inched away from the trio of handsome men, she looked positively glazed with cum, and Ling clapped her hands.
“Bravo!” she said. “Bravo! Well done, my dear sister!”
Dusk swallowed the hot cum that was still in her mouth, gulping loudly and groaning thereafter. She was throughly surprised by how difficult spunk was to swallow, though she imagined she’d get plenty of practice before the day was done.
Case in point, Ling snapped her fingers again and ordered the men to carry her off to the bed beside their other sister. Dusk shrieked with embarrassed surprise as she was tossed onto the King-sized mattress next to Nian, who gave her little sister a thumbs-up as she was put on her hands and knees over the bedsheets.
Dusk looked over her shoulder and realized, with wide eyes full of shock, that the largest of the bunch was already behind her. The remarkable, hulking brute with the largest cock and the brawniest body; the last of the men she’d brought into this painting with her power of her brush. He dropped his cock onto Dusk’s ass and smirked at her, letting Dusk get a feel for just how thick and heavy the man’s enormous dick was.
In a panic, Dusk ordered one of the men to turn his attention to Ling of all dragons, but the eldest Sui sister simply shook her head and laughed easily, coming forward to give the lucky gentleman attention all on her own.
“Do you believe that I will find contentment in having only one?” Ling asked. Dusk blushed with embarrassment. She didn’t know how many people Ling had slept with, or what the eldest Sui in the room was used to. Upon reflection, however, it surely should not have come as a surprise to the youngest that the others were much more versed with intimacies than she was.
Dusk leaned forward and clutched the pillow in front of her to brace herself, and it was only moments later that the hulking brute behind her shoved his cock inside Dusk’s hot, wet, throbbing pussy.
Thenceforth, Ling would never let Dusk forget the noise that came out of her mouth. For the days, weeks, even months that followed, Ling would tease Dusk about the “pig’s squeal” that burst from her mouth after being skewered so sternly by the man behind her.
She would also tease Dusk about how sweet and amusing it was that she reached an orgasm just from being entered, and nothing more. It was humiliating, but it was true: Dusk squealed with ecstasy and came just from penetration, arching her back as the man behind her sheathed his cock inside her pussy, and he put his hands on her hips for leverage while she clenched around his thick dick. It wasn’t surprising that Dusk was as tight as she was, nor was it surprising that the man bottomed out in her snatch with hardly any effort.
Even so, it was a sight to behold that Dusk fell forward and trembled with every thrust, jerking forward with enough force to part her lips and swallow the cock of the man who kneeled right in front of her face, with his hand on her head and his fingers in her hair.
Dusk clenched her eyes shut as she tried to concentrate on pleasing the men who were currently using her body, spit-roasting her and groaning all the while. She raised her hands to stroke the cocks that had appeared at either of her sides, and Ling couldn’t remember the last time she felt so proud of her little sister.
For now, however, Ling had a man of her own to contend with. She sat him at the foot of the bed and dropped her top, revealing her enormous, creamy globes as they practically spilled out of her shirt.
“I think I can do something that you’re going to like,” said Ling. “I invite you to try this as a potential fit…”
She came forward and draped her breasts over the man’s lap, sandwiching his cock between her enormous tits and tilting her head down to drool all over his length. Once he was properly lubricated, Ling wasted no time before she started moving her chest up and down, back and forth, jutting out her chest to help the man fuck her tits.
The man groaned as he leaned back on his palms, arching his back and relishing the pleasure that Ling slowly but surely coaxed out of him. It also helped that Ling had a particularly long tongue—one that she used with glee as it slithered out from between her lips to wrap around the head of the man’s twitching, throbbing cock.
Nian did the same from her position on the bed, giggling joyously as she ran her tongue along the scrotum of the man in front of her. She’d been pumped full of cum quite a few times now, and she was leaking from all her holes with a wicked smile on her face. “More,” she begged. “I want more! I need more!”
She was insatiable, and Dusk made her that way. Poor Dusk did not know where her paintbrush was, but frankly, she didn’t care. Here and now, she wanted nothing more than to please the men she brought into this painting, and now she was thrilled she could spend time with Ling like this.
“Are you still enjoying yourself?” Ling asked her little sister, though she received a moan in response. It would have to do for now.
“I am elated to hear it, Dusky,” said Ling.
Stop calling me Dusky, thought Dusk. It took a great deal of effort to think about anything that wasn’t related to cock or cum, and Dusk felt somehow dumber by all the sex she’d had in so little time. Her wrists ached as she continued to jerk the cocks on her left and right, but she kept stroking them as she loved the sounds the men were making for her.
Just as well, she was slowly but surely getting used to the dick that moved like a piston in and out of her pussy. The man’s size was enormous, and Dusk thought he was going to skewer her guts every time he pushed all the way forward. She went dizzy with lust as she handled four men at once, and with her eyes sealed shut, she could feel them pulling her this way and that. The sensation of submission returned, and she felt like a sex toy for these men. These brutes.
And she loved it. Her sisters could tell she was enjoying herself, and everyone moved just a little faster, with just a little more zeal.
“And you?” Ling asked the man she was pleasing with her chest. “It’s a comfort unlike anything else, isn’t it? Mm, yes, you can let it all out anytime you wish, dear…”
Ling sighed with pleasure and relief as she pumps her chest up and down, feeling the man’s cock pulse between her massive mammaries. Meanwhile, the copy of Nian took a pause to scoot closer to her dear sister Dusk, practically cuddling the artist responsible for this spine-tingling and awe-inspiring painting even while the men returned to manhandling her; to treating her like a piece of fuckmeat.
“Now this,” said Ling, “this is what sisterly bonding is all about.”
She slid her serpentine tongue around the head of the cock that poked out from her ample tits, slathering the man’s rod in more of that warming, tingling saliva. The lucky guy tilted his head back with a moan as he pumped his hips up and down repeatedly, moving by pure instinct as he worked to make a mess all over Ling’s enormous tits.
It took only a minute before he finally reached his climax, jerking upward and squeezing Ling’s tits against his cock as he finally let himself go, unloading a torrent of hot and gooey cum all over the boozy dragon girl’s boobs. Ling gasped and moaned; her mouth fell open to catch as much of the man’s seed as she could, and when that wasn’t enough, she slathered her long tongue all over the length of his cock, sucking and slurping up the mess that leaked from his thick, throbbing dick.
The other men were well on their way to climax as well. Dusk felt as though the man pounding her into the mattress was getting close. His thrusts became just a little more shallow; just a little faster as he groped and kneaded her ass, squeezing her rear with reckless abandon as he jerked forward noisily, grunting like an animal as he lanced Dusk over and over again.
His thickness was not to be underestimated. Even now, Dusk couldn’t stop the embarrassing noises from spilling out of her mouth as she was drilled from behind, feeling like the man behind her was constantly pushing her “love button” and sending her closer and closer to the edge. She almost wanted to beg for him to go faster, to go harder, to go deeper, but whenever her mouth wasn’t full of dick, she was reduced to a noisy mess of squeals and whorish moans.
Until, of course, Dusk finally came. She was the second to reach her orgasm; another climax as she clenched around the man’s dick and squeezed it for all it could give her. She leaked all over herself and the bedsheets beneath her as she clenched her eyes shut and whimpered desperately to be filled and defiled with more of that hot and gooey cum.
Fortunately, she didn’t have to wait for very long to get her wish. The giant man behind her squeezed her hips and grunted as he let himself go, sheathing his fat cock inside Dusk’s pussy as he started to burst and fill her to the brim with his hot and gooey cum. Dusk arched her back and moaned even louder as she was filled like this, her body going rigid just as the cocks against her palms finally pulsed and emptied themselves, too.
The men at her sides contributed to all the noise with their moaning and groaning, their cocks erupting with hot, white jism almost like they were fountains, splashing their sticky mess all over Dusk’s flushed, writhing body. In just a few seconds, Dusk’s world was even whiter than it was before, and she could hardly believe the absolute mess of spunk that her painting had become. The warm and stinking mess clung to her hair, her forehead, her cheeks, her chin, her breasts; every which way. It was on her back and butt, too, leaving Dusk feeling as though she’d just taken a soothing shower as she collapsed onto the bed beside Nian, who reached out and held her hand as she received a shower of her own.
One man pulled out of Nian’s mouth and came all over her face, holding her horns like they were handlebars as he marked her face like he was painting a canvas. The last man to cum did so by pumping Nian’s ass full of cum, treating her like a cream-filled donut as he stuffed her and pulled right out, leaving a trail of jizz that led from the Sui sister’s anus to the tip of the man’s dick.
Dusk was possessed by desires she hadn’t ever felt before. The lust and ardor were at their most potent now, and perhaps that was why she reached out to take this copy of Nian into her arms, sealing her lips against her sister’s own to give her a long and languid kiss—and she didn’t pull away from the smooch until there was a fire in her eyes, and a trail of saliva that connected their hot lips together.
And then Ling snapped her fingers.
Like she might as well have turned out the light, all the men were gone suddenly. The Adonis, the giant, the brutes… and Nian.
She, too, was gone. Only the mess remained, and Dusk remained in a cum puddle on a bed that didn’t really exist.
“It is my belief,” said Ling, “that you will demonstrate increased respect towards your family in the future. After all…”
Ling walked up and kissed Dusk on the forehead, only after wiping the cum from her brow.
“…we love you, Dusky.”
Dusk gave her older sister a wobbly, thankful smile. Everything ached, and it ached so well. Alas, that smile was perhaps the last thing Dusk had the strength to do. The poor dragon was exhausted after a romp like that, and after a bit of cuddling with sister dearest, she was out like a light.
They would clean up. Surely. Eventually.
But until then, Ling was content to hold Dusk in her arms as they stayed in this painting. Comfortable. Cum-stained.
“I ponder about the thoughts of Shu regarding a topic like this.”